Angela had not been expecting a rescue. The nightmares that Maury had dropped her in before had rarely had rescuers, and when they had, it had only been so that he could be delighted at her reaction to watching all of the people that she loved try and help her and only get mowed down in the process. But she didn't recognize the individual who talked to her, called her ma'am, as she tried to stop herself from trembling. This wasn't right. There was something wholly unreal about all of this, but it still feel sickeningly concrete.
It had to be Maury. It had to be.
Or Matt. God. Like father, like son.
"Parkman, I swear to god, I will KILL you when I find you!" Angela exclaimed, ignoring the two men as she raised her hands to cover her head, closing her eyes tightly as she braced herself against the wall. "Get out of my head. Get out of my head. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"